Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.